“Ha. Could’ve fooled me!” This must be a cruel joke.
“You heard her. We can’t stand each other.”
“You don’t have to stand her to fuck her.”
“Yes, I do.”
I watch him closely as if he grew two heads all complete with red horns and shit. “But you didn’t deny you had her as a fuck buddy.”
“
I didn’t confirm it either.”
“Why the hell didn’t you?”
“I liked seeing you jealous.”
My mouth hangs open, nearly hitting the ground. This fucking psycho will be the death of me.
“Besides, Nash will have my head on a stick if I come within two metres of his stepsister.” He lifts a shoulder. “I need my head.”
The onslaught of information takes me back by surprise. No, not surprise. I’m floundering with thoughts and memories.
I don’t know if I should soften or just hit him across the face.
Can’t I do both?
I peek at him through my eyelashes. God, he’s so broad and tall and beautiful.
Oh, and a sociopath.
Despite the relief flooding me, my heart can’t forget the stabs and the bitter taste of betrayal I felt at the Meet Up.
The humiliation.
The breaking of my heart.
You know, people say you don’t feel it when your heart breaks. I did. I heard the cracking sound and felt it tear apart.
Nothing will make me forget that.
At least not yet.
“I still don’t trust you, Aiden,” I murmur.
His left eye twitches. “Careful, sweetheart. You’re pushing me.”
“You pushed me first. You started the war first. Don’t blame me for building my forts.”
He touches his finger to my mouth. I cease breathing at the feel of his skin on mine.
His nearness has always been my undoing. Now that I lost the reason to feel numb, all I can do is feel.
The rough skin, the lean finger, the tingles, the need to lean in.
“Run and I’ll chase. Hide and I’ll conquer.” He places a chaste kiss on the corner of my mouth. “Time to make your move, sweetheart.”
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